The Tide Singer

tide waves of spring rivers merge into the sea, the bright moon on the sea rises with tide, moonlight dances on waves for thousands of miles, bringing the moon to spring rivers everywhere. The tide singer stands on the edges on the bank, Singing with the silven voice. Upon the flowing oceans does the dragon king dance? The rivers flow and ebb around flowery grasslands, the moon shines on fragrant woods like flowers on the breeze, As the moon dancers echo softy the song, The rivers slow their rushing to listen to this voice. In the sky moonlight flies like silvery Frost, On riverbanks moonlight sinks into the white sands, The rivers and the sky are clear and blue without a speck of dust. Like a painting of a celestial Only the bright moon hanging up above, who was the man by the rivers who saw the moon first, And in which year did the moon shine on the singing man? Who is it that sang that bewitched worldly and divine?